Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.